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Don't have much to say for this post, but I'll leave you with a spliced English translation of Einstein's poem for Spinoza's Ethics. It's succinct and beautiful, and every time I read it there's this remarkable quality about it; I wander off into my imagination to see them all smiling at me.

How I love this noble man
More than I can say with words.
Still, I fear he remains alone
With his shining halo.

Such a poor small lad
Whom you'll not lead to Freedom
The amor dei leaves him cold
Life drags him around by force.

Loftiness offers him nothing but frost
Reason for him is poor fare
Property and wife and honor and house
That fills him from top to bottom

You'll kindly forgive me
If Münchhausen here comes to mind
Who alone mastered the trick
Of pulling himself out of a swamp by his own pigtail

You think his example would show us
What this doctrine can give humankind
Trust not the comforting façade:
One must be born sublime.


There's also a rarely heard song Bill Hicks wrote I've come to love: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCTOQPLKsYk

You and I have got the moon on our side... :]